Dreaming of June

When I am dreaming of June, I dream of sunny green tree forms against a sullen backdrop of blue-gray sky. Diaphanous. Waiting for the storm. I dream the dreams of a true Gemini, complete with a divided heart. I also dream of my grandmother, June, riding in the backseat of an old car, wearing silver cat eye glasses, driven to some dreamy oblivion, her head barely visible above the window. And then she’s gone.

While I never had much of a relationship with June, I was born in her namesake’s month and hope to resurrect a few details to help her essence linger, if only in story now and then.

This is my homage to the beauties I come across and their many incarnations. Expect to see interior design inspired posts accompanied by random musings on fiction, objects that glitter, DIY projects, the occasional recipe or review and glimpses of my busy life all wrapped up with some colourful words. Thank you for joining me.